Tag: BDSM
Juxtapositions
There’s those times when he ties my hands to keep me from protecting myself. From blows, from slaps, from whips or crops or canes. I know those times well, and I know the feeling of helplessness, of fear or rage or panic, when I can’t get loose, can’t protect myself,…
Obedience
Well. As noted in my post earlier, we’re back from Twisted Tryst, all whole, healthy and happy. A wonderful good time was had by all, I do believe, and now I understand W’s assertion that camp events are just…special. I won’t say “better” than a hotel event, because there are…
The Beginning of a Twisted Weekend
I’ve never fucked someone in public before. And, well, I guess I still haven’t, technically. I think a girl with her hands and feet in stocks, or tied behind her back, cannot be said to be fucking. She is being fucked. And now I have been fucked in public. And…
Defining “Ownership”
An online acquaintance asked me the other day about what it means when I call W my “Owner” or when I say I am “owned” by him, especially in light of the fact that a) I have another primary partner and b) the only control he exerts over me is…
Basement
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he says. I nod; it’s true. But if I am it’s because he makes me one. Such a dirty, dirty girl. He told me to wear something I wouldn’t mind getting messed up. It’s summer, and this time of year that particular phrase usually means…
The Joy of Sucking Cock
I’ve said it before (several times, I’m sure): I love to suck cock. Give head, a blow job, a BJ, a hummer, go down on a man, blow him, suck him off… However you say it, I love it. I’ve been told by a few different men, W included, that…
Some thoughts on submission
Sometimes I forget in the middle of things that I am a submissive, and that part of that, the “submitting” part, is simply doing what he wants, regardless of if it is personally working for me, because it makes him happy. It makes him hard, it makes him excited, it…
First Date
We’ve started this new game. He picks out men he wants me to fuck. I fuck them. Pretty simple (in theory.) A bit more complex (in reality.) And possibly quite a bit…darker…than that as well. I had a first date the other evening. W was still in Florida, so he…
Play Party Medicine
I went to our local monthly play party with Ad last night. We haven’t been to a play party alone in quite awhile. Generally I prefer to do lifetsyle stuff with both guys or with W. It’s a small thing, and probably significant only to me, but because W is…
Wanton Wednesday – What I Want
I thought I’d poke back in my picture files for a picture that epitomizes the way I want to feel, the need and craving I am feeling, and I found this. It was a long afternoon of hard play, of a hood and ball gags, rope and pokie things and…
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